11.10.2016 There was a child named Bernadette, Leonard told us of her long ago She saw the queen of heaven once while Susanne took her the way to go Your priesthood raised from in your soul distant longings … Continue reading →

5.3.2016 so much scrambling day to day to night to day to fill, to foil, to find or forget I call to you for quiet, or rest, or something, anything to calm the panic hustle hassle of my soul. … Continue reading →

7.14.2014 missing poems my soul strays no unwinding of the day, no peering inside out and snippets of music wisp off not to be grasped again. the vision that feeds needs its connector to grace, hope, more. … Continue reading →